THE ROAD

I take the bus five days a week to and from work. I live a 20 minute bus ride from downtown Minneapolis and during this time, I read. I'm half way through The Road in only a few days and I'm wishing my bus ride was longer.

I would rave on how great this novel is, but due to a lack of words I'll keep my ramblings to a minimum. Instead, I'm posting a short paragraph found on page 86 from The Road.

At a crossroads they sat in the dusk and he spread out the pieces of the map in the road and studied them. He put his finger down. This is us, he said. Right here. The boy wouldn't look. He sat studying the twisted matrix of routes in red and black with his finger at the junction where he thought that they might be. As if he'd see their small selves crouching there. We could go back, the boy said softly. It's not so far. It's not too late.


I should be done in another 5 days. I have more thoughts on the book and will post more later.